I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1889  What To Do?

"Master, what do we do about the whore?"

Yes, that was a great question.

What to do with the whore? Maim her, cut off her tongue? Bed her till she dies underneath you? Torture the lass until she gets numb?

Castello slowly raised his head with a sharp glint in his eyes. Surely, the brat should be expecting him to be enraged to the point that he starts acting rashly.

Understand that like a gof chess, one might understand the rules before they send their pieces forth. That's why for now, their sole purpose should only be on intel gathering and strengthening their bases that haven't been touched yet.

"What a bold little whore she is. But letask you both this…" Looking out the window, Castello smirked. "How do you catch a rat?"

"By setting a trap, my Lord."

"No…" Castello shook his head. "Not a trap, but bait."

Do you think the whore will stop with this little success she accomplished? He didn't think so.

She might be laying low now, but there will be a day she emerges to start her wave of chaos all over again. And by that time, although they won't particularly know which hidden fortress or slave campsite she will attack next, they can always steer her thoughts to the direction they wanted.

"Marvelous!!"

Both Dickens and Clayton's eyes lit up when listening to their Lord.

"How clever my Lord! Using one of the campsites as bait to lure her in will nip the matter in the butt.

With how many sites they have scattered across the Dafaren and Lingingburg empires, setting up elaborate traps in all those areas would take too much tand resources. And in this world and era alone, Twas not something they had at their disposal. What they have to do is ensure that the self-proclaimed female king attacks a particular site they chose to lay out hidden straps and ambush the whore on.

55 minutes later, Castello's entourage had successfully entered their hidden fortress and were now within Castello's office.

"My, my, my… It sure has been a long tsince we visited Fortress 21 my Lord," Dickens commented while observing his surroundings.

Typically, the Lord's office space, sleeping chambers and other private quarters would remain closed and sealed until the Lord visited, so it was normal that they only did their cleaning after getting word from the messenger they sent ahead hours ago.

Looking out the window, one can see hundreds and thousands of broad-shouldered men training intensively underneath the scorching sun. Their muscles were bulging, their veins popping, and their entire bodies vibrating with raw power.

Clayton was quick to relax himself, leaning on a comfy cushioned chair lazily. They have been with the lord for so long that they could act this free around him without Castello batting an eye.

Castello looked at his 2 subordinates with a confident smirk in his eyes, "To solve the whore, here's what we will do."

….

The female King.

Those were the words that echoed within the space every now and then. But while the tmade plans on how to solve the matter once and for all, Landon was also getting busy with bigger motives in mind.

"Dad, you have been saying the sthing since morning. Don't worry, your son will be fine, okay?"

"You brat! Who am I looking out for?" Seeing how nonchalant his son was, Wiggins couldn't help smacking the bastard on the head.

His youngest son, Timothy, had just graduated alongside little Momo and little Linda. Now, the thave becofficial adults. But unlike Little Momo who knew he wanted to be a police officer and Little Linda who wanted to be a Real Estate agent, Timothy was a little clueless as to what he wanted to do.

How to say it? Timothy loved adventure and traveling, but not by sea, so being a captain of a ship was out of the question.

Before airplanes beca thing, he thought he would be a bus driver who travels from city to city, carrying and dropping off passengers. He also had the option of being a part of a national geographic crew that traveled across the many UN empires to capture nature in its truest essence.

Again, he could also be a travel blogger or newsletter writer who travels and captives the scene through his wordings.

In truth, there were many jobs that allowed one the luxury of traveling. But Timothy found that he wasn't attached to any, that is until he saw a unique one on the newspapers and online job hunting sites.

He first spotted it on the Daily newspaper and only headed to the online job sites for further info.

Understand that to maximize the space on the newspapers, jobs posted there just get straight to the point, listing the most essential job requirements, submission process, pay, job title, and job summary.

Only when you head online do you see sjob descriptions being as long as 2 pages.

For many job hunters, they instantly felt fortunate to have the Intein their lives. The more information given to them, the more their chances are at securing and nailing the interview.

Typically, most jobs online would give long and detailed summaries of what they expect from their candidates. But the job Timothy spotted was only half a page long, and was for not just Baymardians, but people from other UN empires. It stated clearly that people from non-treaty signed empires should not even bother applying. The job was so bizarre because it gave specific weight requirements all candidates must fall under, as well as other body specifications.

At first, he thought it might be a modeling job, but the other specifications made him think otherwise. Again, the word traveling was highlighted, drawing him closer to the job.

Like that, he applied and got a call for an interview a while back. But till this day, he can't explain exactly what the job was about.

Still, he would never forget the expression his father, Overseer Wiggins made when seeing the email sent to him.

His father didn't tell him what the job was about, but already, he could tell it was bound to be a revolutionary one.

"Brat!.. I'll drive you over. You can't afford to be late."

"Dad, aren't you being a little over dramatic here?" Timothy looked at his anxious father and felt amused. "Bah! What do you know? Get in the car before I smack you back into your mother's womb!"

Bam! '_'

The way Lyore slammed the door, one would think he was kidnapping Timothy.